When everything is well at once, I fear
a bomb’s about to drop, a shoe to fall.
A recent X-ray shows my lungs are clear
although I know I’ve smoked too much to call
my respiration what it used to be.
The lump’s a simple hernia, ignored
unless/until it causes pain for me.
The house is sound enough, and looking toward
the family, now everybody’s fine.
I have sufficient resources to live
along my favorite coast. Such boons are mine
I suffer no offenses to forgive.
And I can’t narrate gratitude for bliss
more potent than appreciating this.